winter solstice
as the sun rises on BBC News
new PTSD
© Rachel Green December 2024
What once I thought music now has powers
to fill my trembling mind with fears
for that I relied upon to dance the hours
now transports me a time of tears.
The Morris Dance with bells and sticks of Ash
and music of melodeon and drum
was once my Monday evenings and dash
to Weekend camps and Real Ale and rum.
But now brings forth to mind the cigarettes
and willow-stripped libidos of my friends,
for of that time I've nothing but regrets
abuse I suffered from my spouse offends.
But still a life precursor to mine now
I find peace with a man of gentler vow.
© Rachel Green December 2024
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